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[hr][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][sub][b]Province of Ilagorn [/b]--[b] Adventurer's Guild a.k.a. The Delipitated Duck[/b]
[color=gray]12th Hour of the 2nd Day, Summer[/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][hr][/center]

Whether or not he was allowed or invited to play was of no matter to Nimr. He didn't care too much about showing his skills off, after all. What's more important to him, right now, is earning some gold and establishing himself as an adventurer of renown. Having a reputation would lead to better jobs, which would lead to obtaining much more expensive valuables. Of course, there was also the fact that he would better his own musical talent, though such an aspiration wasn't met with the same enthusiasm as becoming filthy rich. In any case, Nimr, elected to stay silent in regards to those who had or had not wished to hear him play.

Nimr allowed the loud knightess-in-training to choose the job for them. He didn't mind what would have been chosen. As a matter of fact, out of all the jobs, recovering a lost shipment was something he welcomed the most. The idea of 'very important items' intrigued. Perhaps Nimr could get away with appraising such important items. While theft was far below his morals, Nimr would still be very much interested in knowing just what makes these items important and, more importantly, how much they are worth. Smiling to himself at both the prospects of this job as well as the harsh tone of the Guildmaster's way of speaking, Nimr signed away at the papers given to him before daring to ask some questions.

[color=yellowgreen]"Is there anything we should look out for in the woods? It would be nice to know if there were any dangers we might run into that would otherwise be thwarted if we did some last minute shopping, yes?"[/color]

Of course, Nimr was as close to dirt broke he could be. The only coin he had on his person would be enough for two, maybe three nights at an inn with a meager dinner. Still, he needed to [i]sound[/i] like he knew what he was talking about. He has to make a good first impression to the people who will be paying him, after all!